Part one: Autumn War since he knew all the time by the poet Liu Yuxi, “he quoted poetry to the Bi Xiao” the kind of pride infected, the excitement, surging.Heart seems to shine, always up, up. Practical work, in four seasons, the fall would have passed that winter, and how can it wins spring.How can an old woman to compete Hechun compared to what gorgeously dressed girl?Look, autumn thin, so it sky high, thin clouds, and the hilltops, clear water, and even that year twelve months the only heart and mind of the moon, is also suffused with solemn pure, light piercing the human eye.Previously that several strains of deciduous trees under its body Zhichuo firmament of heaven and earth, no blood no meat, appears to be so helpless. This year’s autumn I do also fills the heads of the case: autumn leaves, autumn winds have ruined hut song, Sharen autumn autumn learned something Pik days, yellow leaves, the autumn even wave, wave on the Mist Over Dream Lake and the like.I was sad that the fall of the vibration of the camera, overwhelmed, chest writings seem to have many voiced spewing out.Autumn, the sky was clear, cool autumn, autumn rain, as if all this were insulated and I began to suspect that the poet had. I do not know the whereabouts piece of leaf fall from the beginning of.Rustle but saw large tracts of leaves flying in the autumn, also we heard the sound of a charley horse in the autumn leaves Hello winded learned blanket, and there was a collision of cleaning broom.There are more leaves but never far away from its parents educating its students gone.Under heaven and earth and emerge from time to time bursts of smoke blanket of darkness.So in the days of autumn’s leaves gone forever. People always say, autumn is bring us a lot of surprises and gifts, make fun of our real experience to harvest unlimited satisfaction and joy; and when after the harvest, celebrating apart, we again see the fields around after the harvest is left in ruins, under the vast heaven and earth, the land left exposed it demonstrated, on the ridge is full of cattle and sheep eroded over the rickety weeds.Looking ahead in the world Shino bleak, full of dying, becoming full perplexed, left full of silence.At this point, the thought of yesterday FENGGU warehouse full of joy, and then look in front of Shino desolation, when yesterday’s ecstatic faint disappear, leaving only a sad and lonely as one. August 15 Mid-Autumn Festival, ten thousand to invite the moon, during a family reunion.Stands to reason that should be happy fishes, but he is not happy, the whole family together Dramas moon that day no one to accompany, but I feel so sad and boring.The wife brought the children to, not a romp, his wife went to a supermarket to work, and her daughter is still distant in 3000 in Guangzhou.Under solitary sights, I do not know that then, just quietly in a daze, despite random thoughts drift, but it is difficult to heart worries can be summarized in words.The lighted a reunion this time can only be silent blessing with watch.Look at the sky aimlessly wandering the wind leaves, listening to the howling of the autumn wind outside, Shino is so desolate and silent, the air is pervaded by a wounding of breath, a silent silently yearning, a kind of helpless, a sadness, a loss.During the day, we have their own busy career, rushing through the crowd in noisy, no awareness, until the night, when night falls, Juanniao homing, the crowd cleared, we suddenly feel the immediate What is loneliness and solitude in the middle of the night when people feel the silence of a man’s world turned out to be so small that a person’s life turned out to be as incomplete, no wonder so many people have been in this quest, find a comfortable and freedom, to find a love, looking for a happy, warm and looking for a home care. Ages, hesitantly, that this autumn is the harvest season, happy harvest, harvest joy, but I was empty, clean hands, a bit lost, repeated melancholy.These days always lose my mind, trying to think, but also reason no language only half papers.Think of middle age, but it is commonplace, future loss, can not help but feel some frustrated and anxious, watching the hazy night sky, the cup of drink alone, solitary glimpse, albeit a toast to invite the moon, the film into three, but but some really sad, I accompanied the only bursts of breeze, withered leaves, a miss, a solitary cup of liquor, a shadowy figure, there are endless thoughts.The ancients said, “not pleased, not to have compassion,” in fact, it is a more open-minded mood a very high realm of life.In reality, few people are really able to do it?Living in this materialistic, numerous informal society, when each person face their own worries, the hearts will leave a difficult to let go of worry.Inadvertently it will not help because a small thing, a person, or a case of unexpected circumstances, or an obscure joke has touched thousands of hearts often Dangqi ripple, sometimes in vain raw grief, hook since a string of dusty memories. Bumper harvest, Fenggu full warehouse, to fall this is a matter of course, of course, after all, reap as you sow Well.Shino be desolate, leaves scatter, but it is a kind of silent loss, but also a hint of frustration speechless.But thinking like a completely different version of the general interpretation of life.Everyone has their own seasons, and everyone in order to harvest the narrow sense of themselves in the usual selfless hard work and struggle, when everything fall into place, life is pick up the net of fish, fame, while proud of.And when all the glitz dispersed, things turn attributed to flat, all the applause and cheers, with the still of the night will slowly disappear in the bustle of the city that had the corner.Life ups and downs, ebb and flow, drifting uncertain, everything seemed so real and it is, it can not help but make people’s hearts produce more thinking and feeling, life is not a lot of time also are in this surprise, lost, contradictory, confused, upset and helpless traveling it step by step? Autumn is cool, has always been right.Because the heat of the day and anxiety Xiatian Lie.Falling leaves this is a seasonal variation, not because of the cruel wind.Off the vast fields, although some mess, but let us enjoy the harvest of joy and satisfaction.Due to the fall of the real, a masterpiece of nature – barren of grass was even more helpless.Perhaps the only thing we can do is only to face reality, everything is only counting on faster next spring comes.And more lonely when autumn since ancient times, in fact, I think the fall itself has brought us is a delight, a symbol of the harvest, it is worth the wait and a season-owned; the reason why so many people feel lonely and sad, I want more more probably because they are aware of the bleak and desolate autumn, the thought of the upcoming autumn cold winter followed by a bar! Part II: Autumn War Today (October 29, 2009) when it is late autumn season, at work when the sky was gray, the window overlooking the sky, and to know that there must be autumn rain, and sure enough the way home from work, Lueqi autumn wind blowing, roll up the leaves fly all over the floor, and to the autumn wind, the rhythm, wet my face, leaving a cold hastily drove back in time, on the way pedestrians hurry, as urgent Yan homing.Backstreet line to the residence, autumn winds beckon Indus leaves falling piece, that tired yellow leaves fall on the more desolate lonely dark road, which was wet with rain, was trampled pedestrians.Looking at the pieces of leaves, imagine that one day, like falling leaves, like, good sad!Without perception parking, leaned picking up a leaf, with the rain Ah Tong Ye type of sharp little bit of dripping, as if tears leaves, it is sad autumn squander it’s green, it took a prosperous , and yellow leaves of autumn wandering.sigh!It also leaves me rather sad and tragic Piaoling, look at your do not know what the result autumn, Qifeng cold rain, shine lean solitary figure; Jiangan cool by the window, shake off the windowsill bleak autumn autumn chrysanthemum petals piecemeal, scattered petals wanton wind in my eyes, like my heartfelt love, pulling me!! Autumn, dancing her melancholy and yearning long silk tightly around me, around and around; autumn, reminds me how you came into my mind, how to open stubbornly refused to extend the memory, I resolve loneliness. Autumn, the wind into the sky outside the window, wet my mind and my eyelids, and capsules of raindrops drifting memories, drifting secular, Park Su falling on my blurred eyes, conceal cherished are your tenderness Wanlv.Fall, I do not know what will happen, I do not know what can afford?Happiness is perhaps sad, perhaps nothing.Fall, carrying too much memory, so I look back in the autumn, looking from the lopsided walking into returning to the deep and moving, in the long aftertaste over and over again, alone smile or not to have independent shed tears. Autumn done, Akiba also fell, leaving only the bare trunk, in the rain, “slim” lonely heart, like falling leaves in the wind, the wind was trampled to the ground was trampled under foot, the mood was autumn blew, leaving only bits and pieces of decadence and desolation. Under the rhythm of autumn, autumn wind, blowing, I was immersed in this desolate world, alone, alone, sad recollections.I could not help think of Lin’s poem “Autumn window autumn evening”. Autumn flowers bleak autumn grass yellow, light autumn long Geng Gengqiu. Autumn window Autumn has felt endless, desolate nakan storm help. HE autumn to help speed the rain, window Startled autumn green Autumn dream. Autumn love can not bear to hold it sleep, ask autumn screen shift tears candle. Tears shook burn candle short candlestick, worry retractor according hate moving from the situation. Someone who windless autumn hospital, where autumn window without rain? Luo quilt force impatience autumn, autumn urgent reminder residual sound leakage. Even tenderness complex whiz night, with headlights like from the people weep. Han Yan small courtyard turn Depression, when dribbling sparse bamboo virtual window. Part III: Autumn War pour point pale ink, paper tile element, adding the prime words, focussed on the nib.Write off the ink, paper want to miss a vent.Helpless less ink light paper, plain words inadvertently left out thoughts. Forget the scent of ink, speak, quiet light had a rich glide nose.Let the cool air fermentation thoughts stop the expansion, miss silence.Tired heart is emptying out Fanshai “knowledge” of the sun, feeling lost.At night, clear coffee cup, do taste bitter, sad story deliberately fantasy tree with leaves.Originally, it leaves falling trees, but with commitment, confidence receded green, just waiting for the autumn fall.After the tree the gift of youth, yellowing leave quietly.Panic to forget the tears, the play ended, sorrow will end all.Nightlife net yet so far away, a soft heart sting.Throbbing heart, so chaotic thoughts fall to the bottom of the footing.Light holding the beloved character, heart care.You Looking back, my War. Part Four: Autumn War you say you are my sun, the solitude of the night I was not anxious.However, I do not know why, today, my heart a little nervous.Is not autumn long period of thin cloud cover your eyes?Let Acacia into tears, cream white dew cemented!Word a few songs, love streaks, central midnight, I would like to turn into the window corner to Lanzhou, let’s hang in Acacia Chang E month shoot, the sea and you overnight, in the years in its shallow thoughts dyed white, dust falling into mourning! You say you are my sun, warm the coldest month of the palace flowers.However, I do not know why, today, my heart a little cold.Is not the howling autumn wind bring you a cool autumn rain a?Butterfly and into the soul, feeling string without ring!People not language, the situation entirely, night cool earth, I would like to turn into lonely moon rain, let Liu embankments Acacia, put on the cold night sky and you look into the distance, at the end of the years of waiting yellow everywhere, most injuries are late cool! You say you are my sun, flowers blooming barren clear dream.However, I do not know why, today, my heart hurt a little.It is not scattered bright red to let you into a setting sun?Let miserly sitting alone in the autumn, the shallow Zen hidden!Italy still exist, thinking overflow situation, night frost, I would turn into a mosaic in the night sky of stars and let the mind tears of the moon, my wet overlooking, in the years of vicissitudes, the grip away all reverie! You say you are my sun, without having to meet the sun with heart.However, today, my heart is quietly think.Autumn disabled, you might blazing hot transient, hiding in the weeds!Greenstick blossoming bud of life, always playing the round and immortal music!I would like to turn into a pillar burning incense, Buddha’s heart transparent candidly reveal the heart of the Garden of Eden great, full of flowers, in a dream, florid explanation, similar to the sun with heart! Part Five: War of autumn beginning of autumn season is over, sooner or later, will feel cool plus half points, even sleep is always unconsciously twitched to quilt, talking about the autumn, suddenly thought of Yu Dafu “Autumn of Ancient Capital”, so much so all of autumn, I would not like to say good autumn of the North, which is indeed the North autumn to clear, to quiet, to the desolate, rainy hometown, neighboring counties and Naoqi floods, under the rain, too affects folks of heart, but fortunately, it is now clear, and just woke up in the morning, they heard screaming shouting sparrow, as well as backyard rooster did not back down, I looked through the window, under a blue sky north somehow shuddered, it turned to fall, and this autumn it is called, which is a startling storm put us into two different seasons. Ancient and modern men of letters, all have their own unique feel of autumn, Liu Yuxi “on cloud skies Yihe row, will lead poetry to the Bi Xiao,” the poem, autumn can come, come to me, I felt just cool, listen withered leaves, but also think of the phrase a sentence Yela conceivable world in autumn, in front of the streams because of heavy rain the first few highlights gurgling brook, which would not be under the “boundless Xiao Xiao Lamu, endless rolling to the Yangtze River “it, said late autumn can kill most, but I also feel strong and early autumn, and perhaps just a bit less of a frost, the fall of close to fifty age, has not yet crossed the middle-aged to elderly, temples beard is too late to repair this is not a man vicissitudes of you, this summer is a sexy woman in the autumn harvest, but autumn was a sad tears that he too has to understand himself.The hill looked everywhere is a red, seems to be “always colorful Autumn” is, indeed, those green in summer sleep a wink became dark, I do not like something deep, so there was this red-green which rise up creek, high up in the skies, huge pumpkin, rice strong, although the autumn harvest, can not have a little joy to me, can not know which one to do autumn War. Watching uncle, uncles children are happily in preparation for the new school year, the weekdays tomboy said to me: “his father to give him to buy a new bag, new pencil box, new clothes.This is for her new students, “she was only five and a half, I can be talked very sophisticated, back home, I prefer these kids, and they love to talk, and perhaps only just able to talk to them, in the language of children is true is innocent and cute silly childish, more or less have seen their childhood, when the family was poor, no bags, no pencil boxes, no new clothes, but there is a child’s desire for knowledge, I think tomorrow they will certainly become, watching the village children are so smart, my heart is still very happy, just hope they learn, every day, big brother here to give you refuel. There is a sister, brother to go out to work, always at home, rain day, can not do anything, spending is so big, can this go, two at home are the rest of a person, grandfather, father, and then walnuts , corn but also wheat, I do not know if they can come over busy, the thought of leaving, the next to go home again when dancing in the snow, on the bad mood. Here they just want the most important thing is attention to the body, and more tired Xie Hui, not thinking about us. Part VI: Autumn mourning after a lapse of several days, finally saw that the heavy autumn rain, rain is tempting my favorite things.Wake up to a chill walking towards me, Yimiyangguang spilling out of the window in the window, this time the sun was shining, and there is no sign of a little rain. ”And it did not rain?”I can not help but muttered. When deep sleep until noon, I heard muffled thunder aroused my sleep, after all the rain it rhythm of the next two or three hours later, the thunder away, and still the sky is gray pressed down, the rain, did not stop, softly falling down when nothing else, love to look at the scenery, perhaps because in the South, it is not distinct seasons, the scenery in addition to green tree, still green tree.After the occasional wind, he shook off twenty-three leaves, green grass and back again. Went to school, favorite season is fall.Community came out and found every season liked.Do not know because for too long not in touch with nature, so just fantasy scenery and pleasant throughout the year in the mind.Spring flowers, summer sun, autumn rainy season, the winter cold, I have become now the only touch of nature. Bustle of the city, busy street, entertainment nightlife, excites me like a calm mind.I like to stay home, not because I really was house women, but not something I’m interested in the city.I like the songs, but I do not like to sing, so I do not like to go to KTV; I like the vibrant atmosphere, but I do not like my friends together and just talk about things gossip.I am quiet, do not like to talk, does not mean I’m cold, sub-groups, I just prefer to make a listener. Fast forward two years later, coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, like pick up the backpack, travel alone, but since poor health, should not travel.Many years of doing it, always tormented my body and mind, several times to break up this life, but also dismay parents. Travel is the biggest luxury in this life, because the courage to drop everything. Hold up an umbrella, walking in the rain, watching the misty rain, listening to the rain gurgling sound, out of hand, either raindrops wet palms, let your thoughts messy, dreaming of a certain period someone. People always like sentimental lingering rain it?In the friends around me, I do not like rainy weather, so I’m always a person journeying staring at this drizzle. Lonely people who used to have no idea what it’s like a lonely, lonely people who used to blame myself no longer lonely, lonely and different lonely, lonely hope someone can accompany his talk, lonely time just a man quietly alone, it is best that nobody bother. I like lonely than lonely, lonely time and I have more than lonely.Perhaps because of their own reasons, so I do not like the lively group, perhaps because of the escape, so I do not like to talk to others. We said we’d change, but in the next second heart panic. More often a buried books piled up, the wind and waves in the sea of books, and now I play on the computer has become the most waste of time when the computer this thing is like an addiction, people fear and love, often play on the computer, I dream I always forget about. Mind always emerge from time to time into the distance beautiful stunning scenery that unique, untouchable scenery.Like about photography, because it is a beautiful picture frame in the passage of time and space.If not travel, but also hope to all the good things, all the charming scenery deeply engraved in the hearts of.Watching someone else left a few words, looking at other people’s feeling, watching someone else’s story vicissitudes of time elapsed in such quicksand-like fingers, happiness is the growth of the price paid.Some may say, have not been happy, too happy also, then why not happy over it?Yes, I’m not saying not too happy, just really happy over there who can do that? Behind every smile, it is not there sad tears? War triumphantly autumn, leaves numerous, standing on earth, who co-intestinal injury? Part Seven: Autumn War is no wind and the sun in the morning, the wind is always Danyun clear sense of some cool autumn and winter gradually distributed Tragic.No yellow leaves every now and then, there is no standing proudly dead branches, not Xiao Senan flying geese, because this is the south.All season here, has gradually become blurred, people do not always understand their own in which.Miss North sharp bleak autumn leaves blowing, geese away, ushered in the winter snow, miss the autumn it becomes a bristle mountains.Those frank four seasons, as the North has a unique love and hate, absolutely no gentle warmth of the South, not the mildly gentle south, but early carved an indelible mark in the hearts of. The sudden rain overnight glide quietly, just scattered all over the floor wet and green leaves drop and the temperature suddenly made me aware of the original fall almost come to an end.But he looked up, and all the trees are still the same green, the pedestrian street or short-sleeved sandals, never noticed originally have been the end of the fall.Overnight in a dream unawakened, remains obsessed with disputes rolling, trance young and frivolous have gone in just two dozen carrier, never tasted the ups and downs, but now feels that he has gone away from the north and homes, but it is so own restless wandering helpless in the sky. Unawakened lazy morning, still feeling weak, just know that the lack of exercise can they do this, there are many things in this world is also easier said than done, lazy habits, habits slumped, as indulge in darkness Notwithstanding the absence of anxiety not easily wake up.Actually ran around one or two exercise figure, but more vehicles and people are like me this shuttle concrete jungle for their own meager salaries and shallow desire to struggle ups and downs, intentionally or unintentionally forget their valuable and beautiful around.Then lose yourself in every morning, I wake up just do not care. Part VIII: Autumn War Autumn Leaves, looking forward to the numerous reluctantly, gazing pouring miss heart.But finally sad to leave the branches, go to a covenant of life and death.Autumn rhythm, the heart full of affection into compassion for all things, little trying to disperse the haze of earthly. In this faint evening, the heart through the time of the flood, to find time to be cleaned off memory, where my old dream with lilies.I seem to fall into the nightmare of seeing a man huddled in the corner of sorrow, his face full of stubborn look. Dream raving, into a ray of grief, in this precarious, black as ink night linger.Missing micro-Yang, dense pain, via crossing the Red, the exiled a tired heart traveled alone lonely edge.Gentle wind wound in the side, and reached out to hold it open only to find empty hands are full. Why Life is like a play shallow, dream as a self-floating error.Fleeting memories of those who died, already in the ancient desert gradually withered.Heart slowly calmed down, I see once in my life the subtle fragrance floating, but a beautiful landscape on the journey of life. All the love-hate Melancholy, after quietly settling time, finally completed the phoenix of legend.Since then, the Rain or shine, it’s tough heart trauma also into a beautiful poppy. In this late autumn season, all colors are so heavy.Without leaves, branches, accompanied with a bit bleak, rich fruit, has found his home.Or I should leave, but I really will not make you so lonely. Accompanied by sad music stopped for me in your dreams, frequently look back, just to see you again, just a uh!Mouguang that mark in the memory, with a Qiannian eternal life, from lingering, stumbling all the way to dye dust. A breeze picked up quietly bookmark the years, those who have silently record fairy tale.Hand you want to hold those promises in the wind of promise, only to find empty hands and then a cold. Lightly touch fingertips overflow sad, between throughput into numerous melancholy flowers open.I try to want to get rid of its wound, but it is firmly stationed in the depths of my heart, anyway lingering. Tonight the wind and rain do not know any different, but I knew I was lost, lost a share of their mind, having left the fetters.Since dismay, then let me stick to this beautiful distressed, let it alone this fall sway in the wind and rain. Encounter on like a fatal dose of poison between the soul, it has unwittingly make people ill.I know this is the love of fate, with complex flavors Chen taste wander, in blissful silence with silence instead of waiting to look back. I took my own pride, dive time cycle path along the cliff, put aside the sad thoughts, faded lovestruck shallow waiting for you. Gently reading the scriptures, that land of sorrow, with the rotation of Falun, all of mourning death Nirvana line by line breaks in the text.Chapter Nine: Autumn War lotus water still ran standing proudly in the center of pure, slim, with a warmth among stare.That is vaguely escape the rain of frogs in the lotus, start monotonous, repetitive song, song, songs from the ancient; stepped Netherlands pointed red dragonfly, fleeting, leaving a residue of the wings flutter charm.Too late to save the picture abrupt fragmentation, is still a tall pond, now I only, quiet water, water deathly silence.Stepped brittle branches issued lock ethereal, fall to the. Another year fall, the cold wind blows, flying heron came and went in a hurry, leaves no time to bloom their beauty, it was the cold black and white film, accelerate. A large, a large, raging waves like a hit, even the last trace of warmth hidden in the River, is also the title of the birds go, I can only recall the efforts of all picturesque and its associated memory. The pool in front of dead branches, lonely shadow sitting in the autumn of shoulders, crushing sadness blowing wind came from the wilderness, listening to whispers autumn, whisper its glorious history. Tell, from the bright Yan Mei to flourish sticks and dry leaves fall red mess of years; tell from Lotus sharp angle to the sub-cooked pedicle drop of happiness; tell forward from spring to autumn, fleeting and gone. And the moon hanging ink-stained sky, the aloof, beautiful, lonely, and sad.Millennium whether the money was, according to the Blue House, Dai Mei Qing Cu, in this autumn night, so bleak night together looking at this moon, totally the moon, high Juzhaojiubei, or Fuqin crooning, or will laugh silent sobs. Autumn months, always carries two of three strands of sadness, is a touch of thoughts, through thousands of years of reincarnation, dip in the hearts of everyone who’s lonely, deeply, dyed into the picture. A sum of the outline, cicadas proud catkins floating lotus scene, but also how to sketch not the feeling, and finally printed on rice paper, actually, defeated Liu is the wind blowing high “War “. Vaguely between 16 years Shaohua was sealed into the painting, possession.He thought of in previous years, summer look, the thick smell of sweat mixed with the fresh earthy, fragrant hint of soap.The grass is always casual naughty boy hid the hair, then “Oh,” the smirk, the fun of being, then, blush, slapstick burst, burst, burst of grief.Then, to blur that summer look.Then, the index finger of his mouth lip, warm feel of a Unit. Then, when curled up in the autumn, just remember, the original summer so inadvertently passed.Autumn War, spread far and autumn, to, right? Chapter Ten: – War in the autumn sky floc flying petals I saw a girl beautiful hazy, Wei Zhou brow under the thin, watery eyes that dark clip crumple a bit sad, you sigh loudly, flips billowing the scent of ink, a chapter China Smirnov “mourner word” sad thread Chinese mining in flying. – Inscription. Autumn, people feel unhappy, not Haner cool, but that sky flying petals, but the end of its life season.Perhaps that is the gorgeous flowers sent Lin soul sister, as with a forgotten sorrow, tears hidden dash, dash of helplessness, a few Xu Chunjie affair, heavy dash of hate. Autumn, good grief, good cold.You’re unhappy, that day you embark Do Township, into a decision you miserable fate Grand View Garden, even if you are careful step by step.But, you still hurt and self-righteous, narcissistic you suffer in silence. When you find God Ying waiter familiar face in a big crowd, when people believed in “The Dream” is that you hold a handkerchief in trembling, trembling in your heart.You premonition of their own will be the same with that of the United States snow Baochai compete happiness, and so that people only know how to chase fame and fortune feudal social struggle in the end. But you’re just a delicate woman, even if you have more than talent more than a face, you have just under a feudal forces were left out of the pieces, but not related to the interests of the family of four strangers, a powerless ordinary people.So hello worry, your piece was burned along with your hopes handkerchief wiped out together, so hello worry, sadness cheerful wrote, “I Haohen -” In the darkness of society and the farewell when it does not hold you hate gem that commitment, wood and stone before the Union that hard heart, you hate the Grand View garden filthy face, tears do eventually died, with a desperate soul soulful essence of flower in the autumn wind was quietly buried. ”Heart than dry and more than a clever, crazy If West wins three points,” but at the time few people can really understand you only with love, love and hate?”Pure You Came and Pure Shall Go”, you chose to leave. Autumn flowers decorated decorated miserable autumn, children still were numerous petals float in the air, interpretation of the miserable scenes of the past, it was a love-hate parting segment.In the long swirling petals, I saw a delicate woman show, knitted brows furrowed, gently waving a hoe, a prosthetic falling quietly to bury. .”Shabana flower Feifei sky, red incense off who pity?Lennon today mourner crying crazy, know who he was buried in Shannon?”;; Part XI: Autumn War stands in the Red ferry, lying still in the years of meditation, the mind of the screen, sometimes retreat, sometimes emerge, at the moment, climbing on the branches of memory, other parts, just to that heart, a faint waiting, just to share Mouzhong, talk about the affection that piece of it!Once upon a time, waiting became my whole life, geometric, waiting has become a wonderful look forward to it?Is not it better to wait after?Tonight, I certainly is a sleepless night, perhaps, there is also a beautiful bar attachment!The world is still reluctant, on their own for us too confident, too self lofty it?Finally, how can like, you can put a word you find a good word can put you down, is that right?If that had really not worth mentioning, then who broke?Please open a little mind it.Perhaps this is my life, confusing, hard to break away.Because they do not let go of you planted. Autumn sunlight scattered by my side, I can reach out and touch, I sat in front of the computer, against the side of the sun shining, a little sucking, there may be faster sun goes down, a little blush rays, such sunset is not charming, but it’s gentle enough.Light fired into the woods, this is not hot nor cold season, but how little sad.In this city alone, is not himself willing to wait in the lonely city, so they lonely.Standing on the balcony, looking, alone, thinking.The window of autumn, but also to talk about blowing, computer, stood still sad song melody, as if everything is rendered, mind, those in the past vividly, like it was yesterday, and those who do not want the picture remember, it bubbles appear in the water like a non-stop, not stop, life is not like this, when life has become a burden, but to make all look forward to the left, sometimes prefer to leave, I do not want to live in the heartbreaking memories, but leave can do it? This society is too realistic, I thought I had also have a little hope, hope dark everything will change, but, contrary to expectations, the home is always harbor the soul, but home has become my greatest pain, and sadness source sometimes more than to go tell my heart helpless, but I really did not find the courage to share, find themselves only a man wandering alone!Each time you want to tell, yet those words Yanhui heart, because know some things, destined to be forever buried, gathering dust in the deepest memory!Like a long time but found the mind of thoughts, memories and finally was years of erosion, the heart can no longer find Harbor!Finally, close your eyes, listen to sad music TV drama, to heal the hearts of those pain. I do not know that I was not strong enough in my mind there are too many unknown stories, let me again I burst into tears, sad and helpless, only those bitter taste alone, if I am vulnerable, who can be strong for me?Perhaps in others it seems I am an optimistic person. Really want to get rid of it intentionally?Night, enjoy a bleak again this autumn, autumn is no longer a past autumn, the wind is no longer wind past.Between the bow and looked up, bearing in mind choose to go and forgetting the dividing line, and blew the wind out of the window. Chapter 12: Autumn War Autumn is my sad season, perhaps; I have Autumn colors of autumn word plus the word heart is unhappy. We experienced many memorable journey, and now have moved to the over territory!Those people, those things, early to ashes, as Kate. Bonds of floating lifeless, after all, was a short-lived dream of night-blooming cereus, doomed life can not escape the robbery!I poured out my heart feel forgotten world, walking in the crowd, only to find themselves more alone. Has long been accustomed to a person, feel the vicissitudes of notes.Lack of love in this city, the heart gets cold, extinguished the initial excitement. In the text does not sound in, put pen to paper to injury.I’d rather cry in this country, you do not want to see my melancholy eyes. Watching in the ice palace in the puzzle, cut a lonely heart ChenDian, facing the darkness, no longer need to camouflage strong. Once the green shade, was relentless autumn wind wrinkled clothes.Golden leaves blowing in the wind, with a trace of love, of the style of a ray of sadness. Standing in the autumn wind, the wind across the face, blowing my long hair and leaves dance. I’ve tried my last strength, his dyed bright red like fire.Happily singing songs follow demagogic Wind, eat only a little, lightly falling, I just had a maple leaf.Wiping a tear heart, ask a heart-breaking, try to recall whether we meet thousands of years ago?I am Emotion Shigeyoshi Cowboy, who is down to earth Weaver? Faint sigh, can not help the hearts of a pain, deep breathing will not suffocate.Want to hear your voice, I think you also want to. Yan Yin a “Magnolia” Yan-hong after the Orioles go back, Bliss ten million thread count the ways.How much longer than illusion, scattered like autumn clouds no hunting.Wen Pei fairy companion harp, pull off Luo Yi failed to keep.Mo advise you tried to say as a people, should be among the number of drunk flowers. Cold autumn rain have Sasa, like the Galaxy floating down from the sky.Like a big net, I live in the shadow of the city, wet trees, dripping heart. Rain hit the sea in mind, sparking brilliant red flowers blossoming, after exhaustion, have indulged. The thoughts wings, and fly with dandelion, fly you in that city, brave look in your eyes. How are you? My greetings to you received it? Part Thirteen: Autumn War nearly October, the calculation is late autumn, the prose sites, many of Autumn Autumn a lot of articles.Himself Responding to this, the hearts of each person different language autumn, is due to the understanding of the autumn is different, Daqian heart trouble with the Public billion. I do not have much to autumn feelings, just think with a little bleak autumn began to have, in the past sometimes I write a few small mood, occasionally to write out a brief mood of autumn, but not too much that US autumn, autumn full, but that bleak in autumn.When was autumn and the winter, wrote “October autumn season once, the air is crisp geometric break wind, leaves bleak after dusk, not far snow tread marks chase.”TV drama to stare alternately season, autumn night, a lonely man looking up at the night sky feelings, only the” desolate Gu Ying invited coldest, coldest cover half Yan, Yan half with night, desolate night earnest, “the autumn when after the autumn sun to reproduce, although a trace of warmth between coolness, a fresh, but I feel it is a different kind of drifted away from the taste indescribable.Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, think of the moon in Chang E, face Hekan?I will be sad to myself “already is the Mid-Autumn, Suddenly wasted day, repeat itself this year too, sigh face death!”Autumn too much for me to convey is that another year passes, the kind of brown grass green Shuqing after another year, the kind of fading autumn leaves, looking at the floor dead leaves, what would you think of it?”I ordinary, such as the autumn leaves, gently passing in front of you, when the wind stopped, I was one of those millions of people fall into the mundane world.”However, among the dark leaves on his own insignificance.”A low dust, all things are natural, fleeting worldly things, how to insist,” people can not ask too much, go with the flow of the fall also reflected the true meaning of life, of all things alternative space then why do not you sentimental flies with Love.”Ang Wang sky, cloud envy freely, Ruzi how to, where to go, repeated prosecution, dance with my heart, floating of the beginning of the death smoke”. ”Everything in the beginning-changing course, look at the sky are broad,” more than fleeting feeling, put some element of hope to yourself, but also perhaps a kind of happiness, not hinder all things autumn War alternately can not keep a little hurt situation.So to take a seed in the winter, wait for it to start in the pure white snow; colorful yarn to grow in warm spring, Chun Chun aroma wafting in the warm summer months, the fall harvest, goes the face of the blessings in life some of the sun, the mood will lift the spirits fly.Swirling thoughts season is due to fly.Fingertips the moment, we should cherish the mundane world of Wonderland.Jing Wei mood, the stare of a better life.